Not So Much Standing Out…But With An Outstanding Goal


Another interesting prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore, which I am struggling to decide how to deal with. That’s only because I don’t think I do particularly stand out.

I am one of seven children. my parents made sure that we were all loved and able to thrive. There was no desire to stand out. Rather to feel we were very much a treasured member of the family – genuinely loved, truly understood and appreciated.

I live in London, a space I share with millions – I read today it is almost nine million people who live in the Greater London area, but I don’t know the exact area that overs.

In a city so big, I often find myself amongst a large crowd of people. I don’t think I stand out, I don’t think I even try to stand out. There are people who look as if they might be trying to stand out. But here in London, they don’t really stand out, because there are so many people who are doing their own thing, wearing any combination of clothes and colours, with a rainbow of hair dyes and hair styles. Nobody really stands out for trying to be different.

There are all sorts of people here in London. People from all over the world. When I did my TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) course some years ago they told us there were over three hundred languages spoken by inhabitants of London. But I was told last year that it is more like four hundred languages. As well as all of those different languages, there are a plethora of different cultures, cuisines, faiths and dress styles that make London a fascinating place to live.



I often think to myself as I behold all of the people on a packed underground train or in a busy high street that every one of these millions of people has their own special story. I don’t think it is an exaggeration to say there are billions of moments and memories that make them who they are. Each one of them has a life-story, an auto-biography that would perhaps be fascinating and insightful for others to read. Yet the tragedy is that many of those millions exist without out receiving much interest from others.

Many have surface, shallow relationships. Many fill the void of emptiness with pursuing pleasure – whether that be food or entertainment – anything to feel there is a purpose in working such long hours to afford to live in this city. Some are so tired, they have little left to give to a meaningful relationship. Some are so stressed, there is little comfort to them in their family life, for to have a family costs even more money. I often wonder how many feel genuinely loved, truly understood and appreciated?

If I was in a crowd of people walking down Oxford Street, I don’t think you would notice me more than anyone else. The only thing about me that might possible catch your eye is that I wear a smile. It always feels like a bonus when someone smiles back at me. My parents were always smiling. I have inherited that cheery disposition. I do tend to make eye-contact with people, and smile.

I am not the only person in London to have a smiley face. But I do notice that smiling faces are becoming rarer. I sometimes search for smiles as I am out and about. A few people make eye-contact with you and smile, but not as many as when I was growing up. I think that’s a shame. There are so many people here in London for all sorts of reasons, but so many of them don’t look happy. Many look frankly exhausted and jaded.

I don’t think I would stand out in any crowd. You would only notice me because I am smiling. But I guess it’s only if we had the chance to talk that you might understand more about why my smile has become such an intrinsic part of me.

People are encouraged to have personal goals and ambitions. I don’t know about that. My goal is what I would like to see for this earth and for my human family.

You might realize that I am full of conviction that the way this world is being ruled is disgracefully inadequate. For all of those millions in London, billions around the world to exist, but not to feel genuinely loved, truly understood and appreciated is so sad. I am not the only one, but I am full of conviction that major changes are to come and that in the future everyone living will be able to thrive.

My deep smile comes from the excitement I have that the best is yet ahead. I can’t wait to see it, every member of my human family happy and healthy, feeling valued and with the most beautiful smiles of joy. I can’t wait to see it!

I do not think I stand out in a crowd, and I am not trying to especially stand out. However, I do want to make sure I keep my joyful, hopeful smile intact, and never lose sight of what I want for the world – for every member of my human family to thrive. Because that is an outstanding goal to have, and there is nothing that would bring me more joy than to see the entire family human family truly cared for.


Is there anything that makes you stand out from a crowd? It would be great to see your post in response to the writing prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore. Link to her original post below:

8 thoughts on “Not So Much Standing Out…But With An Outstanding Goal”

  1. Love your essay. I love the diversity of cities like London. I had a neat experience many years ago. I was living in Toronto. Like most big cities people don’t look at each other on the subway or bus. On that night there was a massive power failure. So those of us who were meant to go on the subway were put on buses. We travelled down Young Street in the dark. Suddenly there was an isntant community on the bus. We were all talking to each other. It was so cool.

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    1. It’s funny how much potential we have for warmth and friendliness, yet because of the fast pace of life and the tiredness levels, so many often float around without making eye contact.
      That was a sweet experience you had. Nice to hear from you Roland.


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